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“Captain Maximilian.”
The Princess’ voice called from down the hall. It was a strange feeling to hear it from nearby. She had requested this getaway not to another castle; but to this forest cottage, tucked away in a distant corner of the country. Once her voice would have echoed through the grand arches, or a bell would have rung, delayed, across several mechanisms. Now they were only separated by a handful of rooms and doors, so she was close as ever.
Which made it all the harder to keep away. Especially since she had requested little to no staff attend with her - no handmaidens, nor Lady in Waiting; nothing except the chauffeur, a maid, a cook, and Max himself to tend to her needs. The others had their own separate, smaller cottage to bunk out in, but Max had been set up in one of the main bedrooms, with the Princess a few doors away. He had assumed he would be adopting their classic guards’ role - doing perimeter checks, keeping watch on the porch, standing by her door - but Princess Lillith seemed to have other ideas. She was calling their name for a new task or whimsy every five minutes.
“Captain.”
“Princess.” Max strode down the hall, following her voice, “How may I be of assistance?”
“I need help,” the Princess replied, a pout already evident in her voice, “Usually I have someone else to do this all for me. So I need you to.”
Her voice was coming from the bathroom. Even in a cabin like this, it was luxurious - Max was too uncomfortable to share it, despite her offers, so they had drawn an outdoor bath the other day. It had been an instant regret, as the Princess had taken the setting as an invitation to converse and spectate, leaving her Captain to turn his back to her or sink into the water for some semblance of modesty. Exiting had been the worst - trying to discreetly wrap a towel around his waist as he emerged, but Lillith getting there first and lifting it for him with a twinkle in her eye. “Let me wait on you for once.” She had teased. They had been forced to step into it and cinch it, knuckles brushing in the exchange, both fully aware he was buck nude underneath.
Anyone else, they wouldn’t mind. But with her...it was an intimacy he couldn’t afford in their dynamic. She was royalty. He was her personal knight. The closeness of their companionship was already frowned upon, but most in court brushed it off as a lonely girl in need of a more worldly friend. They didn’t know about her reading habits, her escape attempts and successes, her secret nights out in the city whilst Max carefully helped her stay in disguise. The secret smiles they shared. Nowadays she seemed to be pressing that companionship further and further. Which made it harder, almost unbearable, for Max to deny his growing attraction to her.
Max rapped their knuckles on the door.
Princess Lillith laughed, high, sweet. “I’ve already called for you - you don’t have to knock.”
Max slipped the door slightly ajar, and entered, head bowed in respect. “It never hurts to check, your Highness.” They looked up - then held back a curse, and lowered their gaze again.
The Princess was sitting on the bathroom sunbed, by the glazed window, legs crossed and all dainty-like. She was naked, aside from a little towel wrapped round her torso that barely seemed to reach down to her thighs. It was a reversal of their positions from the other day, mocking Maximilian. Her hair was curled up above her head. She was half slick with oil across her front. A bottle sat on the counter beside her. Light dappled across her shining skin.
Max was reminded, even standing across the room, just how small she was in comparison to them.
The Princess broke their pause with a huff. “I can’t reach anywhere on my back, so I need you to oil it for me.” Without even waiting, she slid her legs up and laid down on the sunbed, unwrapping the towel from her back with a flick of her wrist, then slipping her arms under her head as a pillow. She turned her neck to the side to watch Max. Was she blushing, or was it just the afternoon light?
Max was tense. This wasn’t something he could politely refuse without having to state a reason - and they didn’t have an appropriate one. So he deflected how he knew best. There was his close friend and companion; who turned her nose up when she got teased if only to hide the shade of pink she turned. Max drew a breath, smirked, and crossed the room. They picked up the bottle, pretending to read it just so he wouldn’t have to look at her. “My, Princess, the extent of your beauty regime knows no bounds.”
“Oh, shut up, you.” Princess Lillith’s pout returned. “I’m here to relax so I may as well indulge. It’s not like I get a maid to slather me up every day back at the palace.”
“If you were, I’d wonder why we had to come here to relax when you’re getting such luxurious treatment at home, your Grace.” Max could afford to be a little sardonic with her - they had this back and forth for a while now. Yet it was often laced with tension. Max was trying to distract themself from temptation - but was always lead back to this inescapable feeling that they were flirting. Sometimes they thought they were certain of this unspoken chemistry, perhaps mutual self denial - had they not heard her call for them, muffled through her bedroom doors at the latest hour when he stood guard, once? But maybe they had been wrong. It was better to restrain than to rush in headfirst and make a dangerous fool of themselves.
Still. She was so sweet to tease.
Princess Lillith scowled, but she had that soft pink blush without a doubt now. “Just get on with it.”
“Your Majesty,” Max mock-bowed, a flourish of their arm, and then stripped their coat off, followed by their gloves, and rolled up their sleeves. Was she watching? He took a peek, and there she was, doe-eyed, watching their every single move. Had she caught him looking back? Quickly - they had to tease her again. “Enjoying the show, Princess?”
Princess Lillith just hummed, noncommittal, in response.
Max took the bottle in their hands, and poured a touch in. How well would it spread? They leant over to start rubbing it in, but it was a distance, and they were bending over, and it was awkward -
Before they could question what they were doing, they slung a leg over the back of her hips, settling their knees down into the cushion of the sunbed. The Princess gave a small squeak, neck arching to see what Max was doing. “It’s okay, I’m just going to massage it in,” Max raised an eyebrow, settling their slick palms down on her shoulders. She kept watching, so they set to work, feeling the weight of her softness beneath them, rubbing their thumbs to get a feeling for her. She had tensed up all over with what little muscle she had, but as they kept gently working the oil into her skin, she started to accept the touch. They moved their hands lower until there was a thin coat on her back. He leant over across her for the oil bottle, wetting their fingers, and set to work again. “Do your maids not do this for you, my Lady?”
“No,” Lillith cleared her throat, “It would seem I’ve been missing out.”
“With all the responsibilities on your shoulders, a good massage can’t hurt, your Majesty.” To drive the point home, they hardened their grip, pushing and pulling at the skin so that it rolled and followed under their fingers, easing the hold when they released the push of tension. On impulse, they put the heel of their palm on the small of her back, and rubbed it up slow and hard in small circles until it reached the base of her neck. The Princess positively mewled. She squirmed for a moment. Something curled in the Captain’s belly, low and sweet. “My, did you like that?”
The Princess took a second to collect herself, putting on her airs. “You can do it again.”
Max grinned, and obeyed. She squirmed again, humming, before it broke into a moan. That curl stoked into a flame - and it made the Captain bold. They sunk their straddle back further, letting their hands follow, massaging the lower points of the Princess’ back, almost letting their hands creep further. There was a soft dip there, almost pointing like an arrow, to the next point of attention his hands might reach. “Would you like me to do the rest, your Grace?”
She nodded frantically in response.
He couldn’t resist teasing her further.
Max skipped her ass entirely. He moved instead right to her calves, pushing their hands up the skin there roughly until the oil started to sink in. She was soft, but enough to be firm when she was horseback riding. She giggled and squirmed when they rubbed their thumbs on the back of her knees, and went limp and obedient when they lifted her legs to rub it into the front of her shins and thighs as well. Their hands were creeping upwards again, and a flicker of doubt surfaced, as to whether he should go further and touch her like that, if it could be passed off as simply following orders or as a jesting tease amongst their banter -
Lillith spread her legs, just so.
Oh, fuck, she was wet.
That lion inside Max was ready to take over, bubbling and roaring beneath the surface, splitting their face in a smirk, boldening and firming his hands as they rubbed higher, finally massaging her ass, not giving a fuck anymore, just enjoying touching her, feeling how soft and supple she was, seeing that cute bounce when they pushed and pulled at her, lowering their straddle to sit and hover better against her, almost pinning her down. Lillith really was squirming now, panting soft and sweet, trying to hide it, a blush chasing down from her cheeks to her shoulders, eyes darting to watch Max’s face and hands. She looked so sweet and pretty, so tempting, so ripe for the taking -
What are you doing, Max thought, what the fuck are you doing.
They felt themselves slow to a stop. Their blood was pounding through their body - particularly hard, at their core. She had probably felt it. There was a burn of red in the tips of their ears, their chest was heaving. He was so caught up in lust they had barely wrenched themselves back from taking anything further. They had been on this precipice enough times to know better. If they went further, it was over, the whole show was over, and it would change everything. Who says the Princess liked them so much as she just liked the touches she had been receiving? She was only a year older than the Captain, and undoubtedly less experienced, but still promised to a very different future, and hadn’t had pleasure from another before, and wasn’t supposed to, damnit -
They swung their leg back over and bounced back onto the tile floor, managing a shaky smirk. “That should see you covered, your Highness.”
The Princess looked shocked. Max didn’t stick around to see what expression would follow - they knew what they had done, had led her on, and this would probably hurt enough as it was. But it was for the best. The door clicked shut behind him.
“Captain!” Princess Lillith called, indignant. They ignored her. “Captain!”
Max rushed out of the cabin, and into the woods.
Lillith sat in the kitchen, arms crossed. The cook had brought her dinner, but she’d barely been able to pick at it. She was nauseous with emotion - fury, disbelief, frustration, and - and -
She was bouncing her leg again. She had put on her nightdress after the oil had dried some, just to let it breathe. She had gotten in her bed and tried to relieve her own need, but it hadn’t been enough. She had felt that, right? It wasn’t just a wish - a phantom? Her Captain’s weight had been pressing down into her, pinning her in place, holding her captive whilst she was touched all over - and she swore she had felt that hardness you read about in those romance novels tucked away in the furthest corner of the library. Ones that Princesses weren’t supposed to read. Indeed - the kinds of books that Princesses weren’t supposed to read, and reimagine the lover, and bite into their pillows to muffle their noises as they climaxed to such forbidden daydreams.
When would he be back? She wanted to scream at them. Take them by the collar and push them against a wall and give him very choice words. Threaten them - somehow - no, how could she? She was frustrated, but her heart and body were aching for them. Couldn’t they tell? Didn’t they want her?
She could do something different. Make it all too clear. Cut to the chase. If her being nude and vulnerable and at their mercy wasn’t enough, perhaps another method of seduction would suffice. She swore Max liked her in a corset, she’d caught enough distracted looks, surely that was what they were - so Lillith would give him one.
She paced back to her room, throwing off the nightdress. She wouldn’t need help this time - already her hands were slipping on her stockings, fast and precise, but not enough to cause a tear. She latched them onto a pair of garters to match her underwear, the kinds they made for Princesses to make them feel like untouchable dolls, but she knew they made her desirable in another way that no one was meant to ever know. She bound the corset and boning, stretching her arms behind her back, glaring in the mirror. I will have them, her mind burned, as if she was carving a sacred oath in stone, They will be mine.
The dress was the easy part. Black, guazy, silken - but tight, and hugged her better than most. She had it made in secret, for her own pleasure. Now was the time for someone’s eyes to enjoy it other than her own. She even matched a pretty little necklace to it, the ribbon tight around her throat, red jewel like crystal blood in the hollow of her neck. It took moments to apply a small bit of rouge, a flick of ink across her lashline, and there she was, the Princess Lillith she longed to be always. There were talk of Queens, with dead or besotted Kings, who broke all the rules and lived as sex goddesses over their modern kingdoms in this day and age. She wanted to be one of them. But she didn’t want a King.
Well. Maybe if Max wanted to be King, she would allow it. King Consort. It had a pretty ring. She tried to ignore the way her stomach flipped at the idea; her hand forever bound in theirs.
The back door rattled - she heard footsteps nearby, from the bathroom, the one she had been left wanting in. The Captain had returned. Time to chase.
She caught him in the hallway, swinging open her door and letting it smack against the wall as she stalked down, heels clicking on the floorboards, curls bouncing, eyebrows furrowed. She couldn’t help but glare at them as he was slipping his coat and gloves back on, looking tiredly back at her from the other end. That tiredness melted away to an alertness; the Captain’s eyes flickered with - fear? - as she approached. Maximillain bowed their head. “Your Majesty -”
“I don’t want to hear it,” Lillith cut them off, “How dare you leave without dismissal.”
Captain Maximillain raised his head, eyes hot. “With all respect, my Princess, our business was concluded - I did as you asked.”
“That is for me to decide and for you to await.” Lillith drew in a deep breath, leaning in, pressing closer. She knew how she looked in this dress, with this makeup, pretty and dark and deadly. But her fire was running out fast - the Captain being so firm and distant with her, almost angry - and what right had they to be angry, leaving her like that, teasing her right to the edge and then running away - she was the one who had the right to be angry, and yet all she was left with now was aching, wanting. Don’t you want me? She couldn’t mince words anymore. None of her intent could be allowed to be mistaken. “What are you so afraid of that you’re always running away from me?”
The Captain’s eyes flashed - now Lillith felt frightened, even as she leant ever closer. He towered over her, leaning back, hands fisted at their sides, teeth slightly bared. “Am I not allowed any privacy over my own decisions or must you always know every inner working of my mind?”
“When it concerns me, yes -!”
“Concerns you?” Max laughed, low and dark, bitter , “Perhaps you should be more concerned with what would happen if I didn’t leave, Princess.”
Lillith searched their expression as it fell into regret, and then into that distant firmness again. Too late, she thought, I’m going to keep pushing your buttons until you burst. “Do you think I don’t know what would happen?”
“I don’t think you understand at all - forget I said anything -”
“You think,” Lillith cut in, voice shaking, “That I don’t hope for it, and wish for it, and pray for it, and am left stung each time you reject me?”
The Captain - Maximilian, Max, how she longed to call him that - was all too close, breath hot on her face. Yet they weren’t close enough. One of their hands had crept to sit flush on the bodice of her dress, feeling the boning of the corset with their thumb through the fabric. “You shouldn’t.” Their eyes were squinted shut. “We shouldn’t.”
Lillith laughed now, bitter back. “You don’t have to treat me like I’m so fragile and innocent. I know what I want. Do I have to order you for it?”
In a moment, she felt herself backed against the wall of the hallway, the Captain’s hand on her stomach - having shoved her there. They were almost nose to nose now, as he stared right back at her, eyes alight with the same kind of fire she could feel within herself. Max was smiling, almost shark-like, shaking their head, leaning in close to brush their lips up the soft part of her neck, across her jawline, stopping just right by her ear. When he spoke, it was in a hush, but it made Lillith’s knees weak. “Behaving like a brat doesn’t suit you, Princess.”
She gasped, feeling the pressure of that hand against her bodice, struggling to think of her next line back. Finally, Lillith managed, “Show me what does, then. What suits me.”
“Mmm.” The Captain’s voice was warm and dark in their throat, sending vibrations right through Lillith’s blood to heat between her legs. He was touching her, pinning her, that spare hand wandering to her hip and waist, rubbing in gentle lines there. It made her shiver and squirm, which just made him pin her harder. Good. She liked the feeling. One of their legs slotted between her own, even through the volume of skirts separating them. But it wasn’t quite an invitation - more like an order, to stay put. They were considering her carefully, eyes drawing across her body, her face, searching, but ravenous, letting that lust bleed through.
That lust Lillith had always hoped was there - that she could coax out. It would seem she had finally succeeded.
Without warning, they licked a hot stripe up her neck, at the most sensitive junction. She cried out and her hands flew up to their shoulders for purchase, to steady herself against the sudden rush of pleasure. The laughter against her made her burn with embarrassment. How easily she fell apart.
“Perhaps it is outside of my station for me to tell you this, Princess,” Captain Maximillain hummed, “But I must admit I imagine you are best suited to following orders and getting taken; rather than doing the ordering and taking.”
Oh. Lillith wanted that. Her voice was high, even when she hummed back in agreement, nodding her head. He imagined that. He thought of that. He had thought of her. Wanted her. It was a wonder she hadn’t fainted with how feverish that knowledge made her.
“In fact -” The Captain traced that tongue up her jaw, and drew the lobe of her ear between their teeth for a moment, before soothing it with their soft, warm lips, “From the literature I have seen you hide under your bed and drawers, you quite like that idea too. The idea of being indecent. Of being ruined, thoroughly and properly. Ravaged and railed and bedded in the filthiest ways possible.” He put emphasis on each word, and it made her feel embarrassed in the best way.
One of his hands gripped her chin - they drew back, staring her down through half-shut eyes, calculating and dominant. The fabric of their gloves, usually silky and soft, was rough in the hold. “Would you agree, Princess?”
She couldn’t nod - so she had to speak. “Yes, I would.”
“Yes, I would, sir.”
She swallowed, feeling her knees get weak again at the thrill that sent through her body. “Yes, I would, sir.”
“Good girl,” The Captain smiled, and kissed her, holding her jaw the whole time, so long and deep it made her dizzy, and god, so wet, when they drew away it made her whimper at the loss. “Mm, you’re no better than a brothel whore, are you?”
Lillith became acutely aware of the fact she was grinding down on the thigh between her own legs, blushing and heated and so caught up in her own need she hadn’t even noticed. It was barely enough to satisfy her through the layers of skirts; not even a lick of friction. Being called such a name - degraded in a way she had never been in her life - was equally as thrilling as submitting to Max, calling him sir whilst they called her girl, when she would usually call them as casually as she liked whilst they used all manner of regal addresses. “I’m not, sir.”
The Captain clicked their tongue in mock sympathy. “Better get you off then before you make a mess all over the place, hm?” One of their hands fisted in her skirts, raising them up. Lillith lifted a leg to keep them high, balancing it against the back of the wall, until Maximilian hooked it around their waist instead. That hand then searched lower, slipping between her legs, massaging her inner thighs, meeting the clothed space in between. They laughed and kissed her again, deep but quick. “My, Princess, so wet, already?”
“For you,” Lillith gasped, “For you, Captain.”
“Good girl,” They growled again, and rubbed her through the thin fabric of her panties, letting it cling to where she had soaked them through - both in her anticipation of approaching them, and now, getting pinned and held and kissed so passionately, and touched finally in the ways she wanted to be. It was too much and not enough. Only her own mind had explored this - her own hands. It was different, being played with so roughly, yet carefully, by the figure of her daydreams. The subject of all her desires.
She gasped when the fabric was suddenly slipped to the side, hooked away, and that still-gloved hand began probing at her folds. It stilled immediately, a soft kiss on her cheek. “Too much?” Even in the heat of lust, voice thick and gravelly, Max gazed at her with concern - cutting through everything else. Something swelled in Lillith’s heart. She felt safe.
“Not at all,” she breathed, “Keep going? Please? Sir?”
That hand started work again, gentle and careful, playing with her wetness and getting caught on the strings of it as the other hand steadied and nudged her legs further apart for access. Max was kissing and marking down her neck, little nips that made her mewl and hot open licks that soothed that stinging pain. Each touch was increasing her need and pleasure, just making her wetter. She could feel the thickness being moved around her lips, up towards her clit, making her cry out. Touch me there, please, I’ll come for you. But she held it back. The Captain was already calling her a whore, and even if it felt good, she didn’t want to completely give in to it all and embarrass herself.
The Captain, instead, moved a thick, long finger lower, gently nudging it at her entrance. She felt herself clench on nothing, trying to suck it in. “You want it, kitten?”
Oh. “Yes, yes, yes -”
The finger dipped in further before pulling away. “Yes, what?”
“Yes sir.” Lillith was panting. “Please, Captain, oh, please -”
The digit slipped in, slow and careful. Lillith had taken far bigger, in her time as the Princess, full of secrets and connections and ways to get the toys that she wanted. It burned a little still, not being from her own direction or touch, but she quickly adjusted as it slid to the last knuckle. It was still gloved, she noted, a perfect velvety roughness inside her. She wasn’t being handled like glass. Captain Maximillain somehow knew exactly what she wanted. Which just made her even more frustrated - how long had they known this? How long had he been making her wait for this?
Without meaning to - “Please, Captain, fuck me.”
Captain Maximillain’s eyes flashed again, that white hot lust, and their spare hand drew up, also gloved, and a thumb pushed at her lips, parting them, pressing into her mouth. “Greedy slut,” they noted when she accepted it immediately, sucking and eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of being filled out, the thumb sinking in to the last thick knuckle as well, spreading her lips wide. His other hand was working between her legs as well. “Need to keep your mouth busy.”
He got in close, breathing against her cheek. “Imagine if the court heard you say that to me, hm?”
Lillith whined in response around their thumb. They pulled it out, only to replace it with two longer digits a moment later, not even letting her feel the loss. “Imagine if they saw you like this, getting debauched by me, Captain of the Guard, your personal knight, dripping wet all over the floor so easily. Such a good girl,” a second finger gently eased inside of her pussy as well now, rocking and rubbing up in a curve within her, “You’re probably gonna come like this, aren’t you?”
As if what they were saying wasn’t making her burn enough, their thumb reached back between her folds and started rubbing her clit. Lillith’s eyes rolled back in her skull and her mouth went slack for a second, before she remembered to suck, turning her eyes back up through her lashes at the Captain, who was watching her intently. They weren’t smiling now - just staring, desiring, caught up in his own haze of need. Need for her. Need for her, Lillith. They were doing this, because they needed her.
She rolled her hips down on the hand playing with her pussy, chasing her orgasm. Max drew their fingers out of her mouth, shucking off the ruined glove, letting that hand grip her lifted thigh instead, moving their hips closer together, so they were grinding as they fucked their fingers within her. They were reaching around that tender spot, deep inside her pussy, fingers long and thick enough to satisfy. Their kisses melted right through her. Those lips kissed down her neck over to her breasts, curving out over the corset, not enough to suck at, but still enough to make Lillith blush and get sensitive. She had always had a feeling - catching lingering glances - that he liked that part of her.
The Captain lifted their head. His hair was falling out of its neat styling now, licks in front of his eyes. “Girl. When you come, call me by my position.”
Lillith panted, but managed to respond. “Sir?”
“Captain to you, slut,” Maximilian smirked against her lips and drew away. Suddenly, their hand started working a frenzy. Lillith almost screamed, whining and bucking back on it, feeling it all building within her. She started rocking her hips fully, tightening her leg, embarrassed and delighted and so pleased -
“Captain,” she breathed, submitting, obeying, and came. She had to shut her eyes and slow and slump into the Captain’s arms, feeling it rush through her and make her boneless, legs too weak to stand. They caught her, lowering her down to sit against the wall, gently easing their fingers from within her and brushing her hair out of her face, calling her sweet nothings the whole while. There were aches and trembles in her legs until there weren’t, all the aftershocks fading, a gentle touch on her clit slowly drawing away until her breathing had evened out again.
She looked up at Max, suddenly very moved, in love and lust, at what they had just experienced together. A culmination of all those moments of tension and chemistry, their back and forth, that comfortable ease at which they knew each other, the teasing, the flirting, and every other tender quiet moment they had briefly allowed themselves to feel before running away from each other time and time again. She felt connected, tethered to them now, and whilst one part of her was satisfied, another raged - for more.
It hit her that the Captain had not come, or even really been touched by herself. He was kneeling over beside her, petting her cheek, leaning to kiss her forehead. It was as if they were saying goodbye - with a jolt, she realised he was moving to stand. She gripped their arm and followed them up, hurrying to steady her footing as they gently righted their coat and her skirts. Don’t leave me. Lillith knew she had to act to keep their attention - to keep them with her - so they wouldn’t run away again -
“Please, come to my bedchambers,” She held fast to Max’s arm, gazing up at him through her lashes, leaning into their warmth and height, “I still want you, Captain.” She hoped they could hear it in the way her voice shook.
That shark-like grin reappeared, smug. “My, seconds already, your Grace?”
She didn’t have time to even pout about it, nodding shyly. Captain Maximillain’s expression became heated again, stealing a long, slow kiss from her before drawing back.
“No,” they finally responded, face considering.
Lillith blinked. “No?”
“No,” Max drew out of her hold, stepping back, and winked, “You come to mine. ” They drifted down the hallway to their door, swinging it open and stepping inside.
“You’re making me chase you again,” Lillith spluttered, that indignation climbing up again, “You - you -”
“I’ll reward you.” That voice, more distant, was deep, like a purr. It was enough to make Lillith quieten and steady herself, and turn on her heel towards her own room.
If they were going to tease, she would tease back. Make them wait. Change again. Prepare. And then - claim her promised reward. She thought about the way the Captain had been grinding against her with his fingers knuckle-deep inside her. She wanted something else inside her. Whatever reward the Captain had in mind - Lillith hoped it was to do with that.
Max shut the door behind them with a click, and let out the breath, the panting, they had been holding back. Fuck, what had that been just now? He had given in - let it happen, made it happen, submitted to every temptation and touched and taken her. They had crossed that line together, as precarious as it had already been.
And it had felt so good.
They tore their gloves off, throwing them over the small partition they had been afforded in this cabin bedroom. It was bigger than their bunk back at the castle. Even if they were Captain of the Guard, they were still a servant of the crown, and were not afforded luxuries. Usually this room would be for another royal attending, but the Princess had come on her own. Max didn’t know whether to be delighted that she had or resentful that she had not. Because she hadn’t, they had finally shared in their need together - but because she hadn’t, they had finally both broken, giving way to desire. Where to from here? What would follow? Max had just promised her a reward for following them to their chambers, goddamnit, and now she was certain to expect more. He wanted to give it to her, but the prospect was terrifying. Any further, and if anyone found out, she would forever be considered corrupted.
It didn’t feel like corruption in their heart, however. Even with all their words, and the filth of the moment, it wasn’t a dirty or wrong act. It had felt so right, connected and behaving purely as themselves, stripping away their usual dynamic to allow space for how they truly felt about one another. The Princess wanted leadership, dominance, to be pleased and taken care of, and Max had been aching to take care of her for so long now. What they shared wasn’t corruption, but liberation.
When their heart slowed, just slightly, Max set to tidying things. The bed, the sheets, everything surrounding it. They lit the candles, so the room had better ambiance - if she was going to come to them, they wanted to present well and make her feel safe and seen. He would not hide her in a cloak of darkness or make her feel ashamed, as if it was an act forbidden to the secrecy of night. Max wanted her in sunlight, in the open, under arches, in paddocks, in their chambers, anywhere she would have him. So many times they had imagined it, chaperoning her throughout the palace grounds, all those flirtations where they had leaned in close, wanting to steal a kiss, and then restraining and pulling away.
Max considered their options. When - if - she did come, this was the point of no return. What they had done in the hallway...it was scandalous, yes, but nothing that couldn’t be forgotten and swept aside, if she got cold feet about her future and reputation. Just some fingers and kisses, no proper marking. Max could offer her an out, if she still wanted one, from any true ruining occurring - whatever that really was. He could keep what remained of her innocence intact for whatever future marriage would likely be arranged. The thought made them sick - but it was her life to respect and protect.
With shaking fingers, they unlaced their shirt just so, slipping off their coat and hanging it neatly on the partition so it would remain uncreased. In the midst of their worry, their hardness had disappeared, thank Christ. Before, in the hallway, it had taken all their willpower not to just come right then and there grinding against her. It was a relief not to be pulsing with that unsatisfied desire anymore. They missed it, all the same - she was so sweet to get hard over. Irresistible, really. Max ran a hand through their hair, properly messing it up, letting the strands fall around their head. They looked in a mirror - if the Princess had looked debauched, they must have looked like a real rogue taking her; pink in the face and eyes blown out with lust. Just remembering it had thrills running through his bloodstream again. She came so pretty, obeyed so swiftly and lovely, submitting to their every demand. It was like they had fit together perfectly.
How else would they fit together perfectly? Okay. Now they were getting hard again.
Max sat down on the end of the bed, suddenly impatient. They needed to talk. They wanted to touch. It was already going to be difficult enough to get his point across without making it seem like another rejection, but he wanted to invite her into this space to do it to show their seriousness and vulnerability about it. It felt wrong to potentially hurt her within her own safe space, or take her in her own beds, with little chivalry to open up their own comforts to her. In any other situation Max would be taking a lovely feminine back to their room to fuck her. Thus the Princess deserved the same treatment - to be invited someplace warm and safe by a handsome butch for thorough loving.
They sat. And waited.
And waited.
The candles started to burn lower. That impatience turned to a curl of frustration and anger - was she coming at all? Had she decided to huff off to her chambers and not even grace them with the knowledge she wasn’t coming, all because they had refused her own bed? Had the promise of a reward not been enticing enough? Max’s hands curled in the sheets and they bit their lips. He wanted her here - to talk, yes, to sort things out - but they also wanted her in their arms, sweet and properly naked, soft and lovely, pinned, writhing, moaning, wet -
Max pressed the heel of their palm against their crotch, trying to stave off the pressure there from the images haunting their mind. They knew almost entirely what she looked like nude now, having seen her back from dressing her and oiling her, but the rest was in their imagination. She looked so fucking good in a corset, like a cherry ripe for picking, perfect to bite into. Instead of lacing her up, Max wanted to tear the boning, hook his fingers in the laces and rip them from their eyelets, get her dress and garters all off and throw her onto the bed and make her cry out for every mark and bruise and kiss and touch, rough and soft, slow and rushed -
Fuck, now they were rubbing that palm against themselves instead, chasing the sensation. It was burning through them in a heated blush, eyes shut, lips swollen from biting and licking them, chest heaving. They were tempted to flick open the buttons on their pants and pull their throbbing dick out, chase that relief - if she wasn’t going to bloody well come, they would need some sort of release tonight without her anyway.
A soft knock at the door. Max’s eyes flew open; they stilled their hand. Through gritted teeth, caught red-handed, they called, “Come in.”
Enter the Princess - but her dress was already gone, replaced by a silken black robe, lined with mesh lacing around the long, belled sleeves. It was tied securely around her small waist, clinging to her curved body, only just covering the area where her legs met and that divine heat had been before, even whilst the hems trailed on the floor. Her hair was properly undone now, all pins removed, curls cascading down her shoulders. She was still in her soft, pretty makeup, but all worn and light from their earlier dalliance. She looked radiant. And delicious. She was gazing back at Max, sweeping over them shyly, darting away when she saw where their hand was guarding at. He was aware of how he must look right now; positively animalistic. Greedy. Hungry.
Fuck, they still had to talk.
Max rolled their neck, put their hands to the sides in the sheets, then nodded his head. “Come here, then.”
Princess Lillith tiptoed closer, bare feet on the cold floor. She stopped just at Max’s knees. She was so short and cute, barely towering over them when they were seated and leaning back on the bed like this. Instinctively, Max spread their legs further, and she nudged just slightly closer between their knees.
They needed to talk - seriously. Instead, what came out was, “What took you so long?”
It rumbled like a growl. Princess Lillith played with a strand of her hair. “I just thought - well - this could help us cut to the chase. Less bother with undressing me.”
“What if I wanted to undress you?”
She blushed. “Maybe you’ll get your chance, another time.”
Here they were, flirting again. Max shook his head, trying to concentrate, focus on the task at hand. He lifted their arms and settled them on her hips, framing her, trying to be comforting. It took so much power not to drag her in close and let those touches become more. “My Princess - before we go any further, I have to discuss something with you.”
“My Captain,” Princess Lillith breathed, lifting her own hand, hesitating for a moment before cupping Max’s cheek. They bit back a groan, but leaned into it. Such soft hands, untarnished by work, buttered up so gentle with care. “Whatever could be left to discuss?”
“Your -” Max tried to find the right words, “Your chastity, my Grace. Your future.”
The Princess laughed, light. “I haven’t had much of that for a while now.”
“But - you still have some.” Max shut his eyes. They begged, internally, that she would not take this the wrong way. “Enough - enough to be suitable for marriage, still, if you so desired it. With...with someone of your station. That might better suit your future.” Not someone like me. What they had - it was unheard of. “If we were to go any further, I would ruin that for you.”
Lillith went quiet and still. “You think I want someone else?”
“I hope not,” Max blurted out, then shook their head, “I’m sorry - Princess - let nothing be clearer than my desire for you in this moment, for us to simply do away with this conversation and for you to fall into my arms. But I would be doing you a dishonour if I did not ask and give you this opportunity to change your mind.”
“Why would I?” Her voice was shaking, “I want nothing else than what you have just described.”
“Because this is the point of no return,” Max breathed, and let some of that need back into his voice, growling, digging their fingers into her hips. She was so fucking soft and delightful. “If you have me like this I fully intend on making you mine for life. I cannot honour you in position but I will honour you in devotion, in love, in loyalty, in pleasure. I will find any means possible to claim your hand and ruin anyone else’s chances of ever doing so.”
Their long-withheld possessiveness was pouring out now, scathing hot, from every time they had surged with jealousy at the sight of the Princess dancing at balls with suitors, at the other maidens who she had become so close and friendly with in her chambers, at the lingering stares she received for her beauty, at the obvious admiration so many in the court held for her. So many times they had wanted to sweep her up and claim her for themselves, in front of them all, bristling with desire and need and knowing, how could any of them possibly treat you the way I wish to? How could they love you the same as I could?
Under the intensity of such a statement, Max had expected the Princess to wither and turn away, intimidated and unsure, reconsidering the dedication. Instead, she just leaned closer, eyes bright, blush high in her cheeks, lips slightly parted. “You would do that for me? To be with me?”
“Princess,” As she leant closer, Max’s hands travelled higher, around her back, pulling her close until their hips were flush. Their eyelids had grown heavy from having her so close, so pretty, so lovely. Even in the difficulty of talking, his desire had not wavered, and they knew through such a thin robe she would be able to feel it against her thighs. “Anything, to make you mine.”
“I am,” The Princess’ voice had gotten breathy and high, needy with the beginnings of a whine, “I am, Captain, I’m yours, I’m yours -”
Max yanked her close and she followed the action instinctively, lifting her legs up over theirs to sit in their lap and straddle their waist, hands framing their face for steadiness and leaning in close. Max growled as they claimed her lips in a kiss, soft and surface-level at first, before sinking their teeth into her bottom lip to make her moan and open her mouth. They pressed their tongue in, explorative, slow and hot. She so easily submitted to it, surging against them, opening her mouth wider to be taken and enjoyed. At one point, shyly, she pressed her own tongue forward. Max drew back and blinked at her with a smile. She blushed. They leaned in and kissed her again, opening their own mouth slowly, letting her try again, shy and sweet the whole time. She moved slow, and it made them ache with need, but clearly for her first time trying such a kiss it was a sweet experience, feeling her tongue coax against their own.
The Princess started to grind down, through her tentative kiss. Max gasped and yanked back, stilling her hips with a vice-like grip. “Did I do something wrong?” She asked, nervous again.
Max shook their head, recovering. He couldn’t move suddenly or give her those impressions. They knew it was possibly her first time giving pleasure as much as she was receiving - very different to how Max had taken control in the hallway, and made it all about her. It was new, so they had to be reassuring. “Not at all, Princess, you just did it too right.” They trailed kisses on her jaw in comfort, letting them open into sucking, nipping at the skin, eliciting little squirms and mewls out of her. “You want me to last so I can make you mine, don’t you?”
“Yes, Captain.” Despite her squirming, the Princess seemed to be doing her best to behave. “I - I have a request.”
“Nothing bratty again, I hope, girl.” Max grinned at her, leaning their head forward against her chest. That robe was in the way.
“No, I -” The Princess bit her lip. “Can you call me Lillith?”
The request stunned Max. Even with what they were sharing, it had never crossed their mind to even broach the subject of being so very bold with her. Girl was distant, calling her degrading names had been a fun way to flip the narrative and take control in the ways she had clearly been desperate for - but this was a very raw, unheard-of offer. Something blossomed in them alongside that desperate need in their gut. They felt their hands tighten on her, as if she might fade away into a dream at any moment.
“Yes, Lillith.” Max kissed her collarbone. “Would you do me the same honour?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She nodded. The hands cupping Max’s face rubbed their thumbs in circles against his cheeks, before one tenderly started playing at their kiss-swollen lips. “Max,” she breathed, heated, and Max parted their lips, tenderly licking at the pad of her finger. Even the smallest bits of stimulation seemed to get her wavering and pink with lust. Max kept probing, starting to suck on it and pull it into their mouth. Her eyes were wide and bright, watching, curious and needy, letting her thumb sink in further as Max pleasured it.
He pulled back after a minute. Enough of that. They were both aching - and there was only so much foreplay that Max could stand. “Tell me, Lillith, was anything on your mind whilst I did that for you?” Their fingers started toying with the sash on her robe, loosening it. The fabric fluttered open as the ribbon fell away, slipping down her shoulders and halfway down her arms. Max didn’t look yet, but it was tempting - Lillith’s breathing had quickened, her chest heaving.
“I - I -”
“Perhaps something like this?” Max looked down and drank in the sight. In her corset, her tits were tight and perky, raised up high, but here they were pretty, weighted teardrops, with gorgeous rose-pink nipples. It was sweet to see how hard and blushed they were with arousal. Without waiting and torturing her any longer, Max leant forward and kissed at them both, open-mouthed and wet, letting all the slick saliva come forward on their tongue and trail across them. Princess Lillith started moaning, a hand covering her mouth, eyes half shut in bliss.
Max took one of the nipples in their mouth, dragging his teeth along it before soothing it with their tongue, and started to suck. Lillith cried out, long and high, hands lifting to curl and twist in their hair. Fuck, she was sensitive - obviously struggling not to buck her hips, too, lifting up a little higher so she wouldn’t start grinding down on Max’s bulge despite her clear desire to. He peeked up through their lashes to see her expression, mouth hanging open and panting. Without even meaning to, she was gently thrusting her breast back against Max’s mouth, accepting the pleasure, chasing it. They pulled away and started giving attention to the other breast, lifting a hand to gently caress the other in the wetness they had left behind. She was so soft. One day, they ought to take this further. But from the sounds the Princess was making, if they kept going like this...well, she’d be spent before Max even got close to taking her.
So he stopped. Lillith was still coming down from her high as they leant back, letting her fall forward on them, and then rolled them over. Max was on top now - in their rightful place in this dynamic - and she was splayed beneath them, robe barely on anymore, kiss-mottled with settling bruises and tits rising and falling, bright pink where they had been attacked. She looked thoroughly, and beautifully, debauched.
“Lillith,” Max placed a hand on her stomach, rubbing it, drinking in the sight of her, the mess that he had made, “Robe off. Now.”
She obeyed quickly, dragging it off her arms and squirming until she could throw the garment to the floor, off the bed. She was watching, waiting, eager, hands slack beside her - but her own want bubbling beneath the surface. “Max, may I touch you?”
“Don’t have to ask twice,” Max growled in response, sighing when she lifted her hands and started rubbing them up and down his arms, up to their shoulders, caressing their back. Cheekily, she started gripping the fabric and untucking it from their pants. Max allowed it - she wanted them nude as well? So be it. Those soft hands trailed back to their front and started making work of the rest of the lacing on their blouse. Max sat back on their knees so she could lift the thin fabric over their head and throw it away as well. The fire in Lillith’s eyes told Max she was pleased with what she was seeing, nails scratching along their abdomen, carefully tracing up over their own chest and feeling the softness there too. So curious and sweet.
One hand dipped dangerously low - Max caught it, clicking their tongue. “Whore,” they admonished.
“Yours,” Lillith replied, a playful smile and bright blush. She took the word like it was a compliment.
Max shimmied further back, until they were no longer straddling her hips. She spread her legs slightly - an invitation already - and showed off her sweet wetness for them to see. He dipped a hand in that space, feeling her warmth, how slick she had gotten, massaging her clit slow and gentle. She ground down on their touch, chasing it boldly. Max retracted their hand, leaning over instead, to kiss her hips, then her bush, before looking back up at her face questioningly. “I’d like to use my mouth on you, if you’ll allow it.”
The Princess hesitated. “You’re sure?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Well,” she frowned a little, “I just don’t want to - to climax yet. I want to share that with you.”
Max was growling, purring, again. She was so fucking good. “I promise not to take you over the edge. But I am dying -” they kissed at her lips, and she bucked, “To taste you.”
“By all means, then,” Lillith breathed.
Max placed their hands on her hips, holding her down so she wouldn’t end up getting overexcited. If she didn’t want to come, they would have to be in control, and it would seem the Princess didn’t have much of her own self-restraint yet, grinding and thrusting and whining and getting slick at every little touch. He opened his mouth and began dipping his tongue against her wetness, playing with her folds first, spreading and exploring them. Her noises started to become short and high, squirming and needy at the kitten-licks. Max tightened their grip and dove a little deeper, tracing towards her entrance, where the heat and wetness was thickest. She tasted like a bit of spice, and warmth, in all the right ways. As Max lapped at her, curling their tongue in her entrance to properly swallow some of her down, she just produced more. Her moans were obscene. He decided to go further, letting his tongue get gently sucked in, until their nose was tickling at her bush and their lips were flush against hers in an entirely new way. They really had to hold her hips now as she cried their name, trying to fuck back on them, feeling that tongue explore and curl up inside her. When she seemed close, he drew away entirely, not even letting themself enjoy her clit. She would burst if they did that.
It was getting to the point where Max’s own desperation was becoming hard to ignore. They settled their heat between her legs, pressing the clothed bulge against her wetness. Maybe it would hide the fact that their own was starting to bleed through the fabric in readiness for her. But she had already noticed, peering down, frantic and nodding and already begging. “I’m ready,” she pleaded, “Please, Max, please.”
“Ready for what?” Max couldn’t help teasing, flicking open one button.
Lillith stared back at them, embarrassed, but watching their hand all the same.
They flicked open the second button. “Ready for what, Lillith?”
She tried to reach and clumsily open the third button herself. Max grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head, rolling his hips down against hers, slowly undoing it themself. They felt the fabric give way and their cock spring free, waistline dragging lower under their grip. Their hardness was poking against her stomach now, tip sore and weeping on her from need. They threw off the pants with their free hand, naked now for her.
The Princess bit her lip, fighting the restraint a little, trying to push her second hand between them and take their length in it. She succeeded for a moment, short fingers wrapping around it as best they could, wetting them and starting to pump in clumsy pulls. She was getting a feel for their size, too, eyes wide and filled with cheek. Max unpinned her first hand, yanked the other one up, and then gripped them tight enough to hurt a little, glaring at her for her disobedience. “Do you want it at all, or am I going to have to punish you for misbehaviour?”
“Please,” Lillith gasped, swallowing, “Please, I want you.”
“Be specific,” Max could feel his eyes glittering, only getting harder from teasing her so mercilessly, “What do you want me to do, hm?”
She choked for a moment on a half-sob, wretched with need, before getting it out. “I want you to take me. Fuck me.” She shut her eyes, biting her lip, stifling a moan of embarrassment. “Please. I’m ready for your cock.”
“Good girl,” Max released their grip, kissing her firmly in affirmation, and moved slightly lower, positioning themself. It was difficult not to thrust right into her at the first feeling of their wetness mixing. She was so thick with it, coaxing him closer, so they nudged against her entrance, groaning. “Just - fuck, you feel so good - fuck -”
Her entrance fluttered around them and started sucking at the tip as they pressed in, going achingly slow, all so it wouldn’t hurt. Lillith bit her lip again so Max claimed it with his own mouth, kissing her through it, helping relieve some of the tension. Their head was fully sheathed and throbbing in her now. She clearly had some of her own secret practise with a toy, because this wasn’t the tightness of someone who had never enjoyed something inside themselves before. It was merely the anticipation of sharing something so intimate with another. He could probably move faster and thrust in now, a fast and effortless slide, right to the hilt. But he kept edging in slowly, letting their hips meet only when they were both panting from the sheer energy of holding back. It felt good, too good, to be fully seated inside her. She whined, clawing at their back.
“Mmm,” Max eventually grumbled, feeling the moan rattle right in their throat, “So good, Lillith.” They moved their hips back an inch and pressed in again, then repeated the action, pulling out a little further each time, until he had a steady pace going, filling her out beneath him, easing their full length in and out of her carefully, feeling the clench and sigh of her throughout.
“Please,” Lillith cried, eyes wide, pleading with them. Max stared back. She was so beautiful like this beneath them, curls slick with sweat, all her makeup worn off, blush all natural.
“Please what?”
Lillith curled a leg up around his waist, gripping, encouraging. “Please - faster?” She was embarrassed all over again. “Harder?”
Given how she was taking them so well, even with their size (and Max didn’t intend to self flatter, she was just small, which made half the difference), Max sped up slightly, adding a bit more pressure, a bit more purpose to each thrust. She sucked them in deeper, moaning, but her leg just pulled tighter, her nails just dug in further.
Like in the hallway - she wanted it rough. Max could do that. He was laying his claim on her, after all.
So they started slamming in, hard and fast, trying to hold back how it made them swell up a little further for her. The sound of her wetness slapping against their hips started to fill the room, alongside her moans, and their growls, and now curses, swearing at every thrust, calling her name - “Lillith,” - as she responded with theirs, "Max!” - more scandalous than anything Max had ever imagined in all their fantasies of her. At one point, he slipped out on accident, and had to roughly rearrange and press back in, Lillith squirming at the feeling and practically screaming from the loss and sudden pleasure of getting fucked again. It was delightful; it was overwhelming. They did fit together perfectly like this.
“You’re mine,” Max growled.
“Yours,” Lillith agreed.
“All fucking mine,” Max leaned close to her ear and nipped at it, panting there, slamming into her, “Lillith, you’re all mine, better than any other girl, fucking divine, such a good wet cunt, are you gonna come on me too?”
“Oh -” she squeaked at the sudden dirty talk, tightening, “Oh, yes - yes, I will -”
“Do you want me to come in you?” Max growled, getting faster, feeling that they were both getting closer, “Make you mine, inside and out?”
“Max -” Lillith whined, and just like that, she was coming undone, tightening unbelievably, pulsing with her orgasm, crying and whining and squirming and grinding back against what was slamming inside of her. The sounds were too sweet, the feeling too much. It was almost enough to send Max right over the edge, but something practical and caring brought them back, slowing their thrusting, gently easing out of her whilst her aftershocks made her twitch and gush, mouth open. He was so swollen with need, but even if they wanted to fill her and claim her right here in his bed - there were consequences to that they weren’t willing to risk.
And so - she noticed, once the aftershocks had faded. A pout took over. “You didn’t come again?”
Max was still panting, holding back from touching themself, cock wet with her lust and heat. It was bright pink and taut. “No,” he shook his head.
“I want you to,” Lillith said, getting up onto her own knees and leaning forward, “Don’t you?”
Max nodded, gritting their teeth. Words were difficult in this moment. The Princess seemed to understand, and tentatively raised one of her soft hands, cupping Max’s length in her fingers. She traced them up and down, and got bolder as he groaned in response, feeling the pleasure start racing through their body. It wouldn’t take long for her to undo them when they were this close to the edge. Watching such a pretty sight, Lillith just being taken by him, lean forward to take him in her hands and pleasure him - it was almost enough to come on the spot.
She knelt closer, until the tip was brushing against her tummy again, and started pumping. Her grip was rough and clumsy at first, but with one of Max’s hands on hers, guiding her, it became smoother, sweeter. Their climax started to build and Max stole little kisses from her lips, bumping their noses, sharing breath.
She flicked her wrist along the vein on the underside and brought the tip of her thumb right to the head and started massaging it in the slit. Max yelped, and came, bubbling and hot all over her hand. Lillith hummed through it, delighted, until Max had to bat her soft hand away from its continued pressure on their swollen head. It had overwhelmed and surprised him - and the sight of his sticky mess on her stomach and hands made them feel heavy with lust again.
“Where’d you learn that,” Max drawled, when his speech came back.
Lillith blushed. “Well, I have - some toys,” she began, lying down beside them, curling closer to their chest. The stickiness on the both of them didn’t seem to matter. It would soon enough, but for now, it could wait. “That look similar to - what you have. And I would pretend - they were you, and...play with them.” Her face was burning. “When I didn’t have the energy to touch myself.”
“Mmm, it prepared you well.” Max sighed, rubbing a hand on her back. “That was real fucking good.”
Lillith smiled. “I’m glad.”
The gold of the moment seemed to shimmer around them. Max felt invincible, and safe, even with the gravity of what they had just done. Lillith seemed happy too, contentedly closing her eyes, going so far as to put a hand against their chest and drape another across their waist. All this speak of Max claiming her - but she had claimed him in return. They would never stray, never have eyes for another, never want for anything else but her. She had given something special to them tonight; and in return, she would have all of them, every last second, for every demand she could ever dream up. Max would make it his mission to know exactly what she desired before she even had to ask. From how well this last day had gone together - perhaps such an act would be effortless.
They fit so well together, after all.